Wikipedia Poem, No. 366

“that / Strange and not unwonderful feeling, I have experienced this, this light, these trees, these birds, heard the very / Words you are saying, before, or, it all clicks into place and I know what you are about to say: ‘Please / Stop picking your nose'” James Schuyler

munity of sabers
a dot along a
busy drug-smuggling
out-way
he said they’re
pushing
corridors
into southern arizona the remote community
of sabers a dot along a
busy drug-smuggling out-way
he said
they’re
punishing
corridors
in a southern army soldier asked one
meridian rich weekend afternoon
label
it a militia and
scoff at them armed patrolling
the notion of others
label
it
a
militia and scoff at the notion
others label it
a militia
and
scoff
at the housing
the housing the meridian rich
construction but others rattle sabers on his hips
the housing
then sudden united startle
led by
its leash those were his dog
a
pitbull
named rocko
by its
leash those
were his
dog a pitbull named
rocko by
its leash those
were his
portable radio
had
intercepted
a
40-caliber pistol and
and
scrambled communications his two
weapons his portable
radio had
intercepted he
held a
40-caliber
pistol in hand and
and
and and and and and